Out of Hibernation

John came back to the Doolittle bed with breakfast on a serving tray. I was hesitant to dig in, fearful of making a mess on the stark white linens. All the while knowing we would be leaving our own mess of bodily effusions throughout the day. Yes, today would be another fuck day.

He plopped down next to me with his long, caramel-toned legs and stretched himself out, ready to be fed. Sustenance, like a bear coming out of hibernation, ready to attack his prey for the day.

We were both amazingly hungry and everything went down quickly. All while enjoying hot chicory coffee - remember, he’s a Cajun.

We put the tray that brought us our fucking fuel to the side and took time to snuggle back into dormancy state for a while. The savory tastes of his fine cooking on our palates.

The silence and long breaths we shared felt like nothing we’d had the year before. Almost like a brand-new couple. Nice. Peaceful. Settled.

Just as I was about to fall back into a full-bellied slumber, John tickled my side and asked, “Fuck or stroll?”

“Ummmm.” This was actually a difficult one for me. I knew I still had him for the rest of the day and night then partially Sunday too. And I’m an outdoor kinda girl.

“How about a stroll, swim, dinner, then fuck all night?” I suggested.

“Deal,” he replied.

We got out of bed, almost at once regretting our decision to leave the most comfortable hideaway in the world and dressed for our outing.

Off we went. Holding hands. In public!

Above his apartment complex was an unpopulated ridge that provided a primitive experience for us to navigate as well as sunshine and solitude. Got the blood circulating through our muscles, priming us for the stamina we’d need for rollicking like teenagers later.

Being in the rocky Hill Country of Texas meant there were also plenty of places to halt, sit and smooch.

At one such place I found a rock so large, flat and comfortable I took it upon myself to just lie back and let everything else go, including John. And he let me. Be. Just be. Me.

This is how comfortable we were with one another. And it was grand.

When I thought I’d given the sun enough time to add freckles to my face and belly I arose for a stretch of my neck. The only noise I could hear was the rustling of the tall grasses. John was nowhere in sight when I opened my eyes. So, I took the opportunity to continue to enjoy my own splendor, in the grass. Tee hee.

No idea how long into my daydream - swoosh, swoosh from behind me I could hear footsteps. Here came my lover with a huge bouquet of… dandelions!

Must’ve been at least a-hundred of them. He knew yellow was my favorite color. And these are weeds, mind you. But to this day, it remains one of the most romantic gestures of my life.

“Ready, my love?” he asked, then we jaunted back down the hill excited to start the rest of our evening.

This girl was rested, rejuvenated, and ready to rock & roll.

After a cool clean off spritz in the shower, we hit the pool. Of course we took makings for drinks with us. This time we broke away from our usual gin and made a pitcher of Bloody Mary’s. We had worn through the morning’s caloric intake on our hike and were going to burn some more swimming, so tomato juice would step up as the drink of champions.

We played like kids and giggled like best friends. And only had eyes for each other.

A couple kisses here, a few non-discreet body feels there, and we were happy.

The pitcher of yummy goodness was empty, we were buzzed, our tummies were grumbling, and our down-unders were getting anxious.

Time to head back to our lover’s den.

The menu included ribeyes grilled on his balcony with a side of flash-steamed fresh broccoli topped with a squeeze of lemon and freshly cracked green peppercorns. Not only could this guy fuck like no other, his cooking was on par with everything else he had up his many talented sleeves.

While he was preparing our meal I snuck to the bedroom and put on a slinky number to entice him then surprised him by the grill with myself gifting him a cold gin and soda.

And… there’s that grin. The one I cannot resist.

We slammed dinner down our gullets just so we could put our genitals together. Don’t doubt my words here, folks. No matter what a romantic day we had together, it was all a lead up to fucking.

I am an impatient female. I’m ready. I’m never not ready.

Since I was done with my juicy-to-the-bone steak first - I win! - and my poor knees had not gotten enough attention this day, I decided I needed a slice of something sweet. Under the table I went and before you could say ‘blueberry pie’ his shorts were down to his ankles and his half-swollen member had now become the dessert course of the evening and was fully in my mouth. I could taste his balls and lick and tickle them with my tongue.

Soon, he was full-on hard and had scooted his chair out in such gentlemanly fashion to give his lady full access and make things easier for me to enjoy my after-dinner delicacy.

I sucked and pulled and teased as I could feel him starting to throb. It was all I could do to be patient waiting for his filling to start flowing down my throat.

More sucking as I was able to look up at my gorgeous lover and see his beautiful face. My hands also free to play any way I wanted. Rub, then grab his inner thighs almost to the point of pain, sliding fingers in and out of his squeaky-clean and taut butthole - just barely teasing his g-spot. Making him writhe in his chair. Pleasuring him to near climax then backing off like a naughty tease. Listening to his moans lessen to weak and desperate whimpers. Then back at it again. Never taking my eyes off him. Enjoying this way too much.

Then almost like a surprise, he couldn’t hold it in any longer, like an explosion he came! It went down like a shot, a warm tasty treat straight out of the oven and meant just for me.

He stood up and pulled out making sure he could watch the rest of his hot cum splatter my chin and my chest. I then rested against the table leg so he could see all his glory glistening in the supper light.

After a few moments of the two of us watching each other breathing a bit heavy, the subject of washing dishes came up.

What the hell are we, an old married couple? Fuck that. Let’s go wreck those sheets!

The bottle of gin, a bucket of ice, and the club soda came with us.

I did some ladylike washing up in his lavatory while he went back for limes.

It was then his turn for a tidying up.

We then settled in for a couple drinks and a bunch of smooches. A good old-fashioned make out session. We were both great kissers and could always kiss for hours.

I was then instructed to spin around to the back of the bed onto my back and hang my head over the end. He then slid his cock into my mouth. It tasted of John. My John.

I closed my eyes and let him work his magic inside. As he grew and grew my throat mellowed to match the temperature of him and relaxed to welcome him deeply and lovingly.

My whole body started to tingle, even down to my toes. I felt like I was in another space, a very ethereal feeling. As I felt my toes starting to curl, I opened my eyes to look up and see his beautiful blue eyes and curly blonde locks above me, once again adoring me. Now that I was out of my erotic trance we became mutually more aroused.

Without words needed my hips began to rock. No need for me to help guide him, he knew exactly what he was doing. My throat remained accepting of what he was giving.

My hands gravitated toward my pussy. Goddamn I was wet!

I naturally started to play. One finger, two. In, out, in, out.

Then bring the wetness to my clit for lots of stimulation.

Still no words. Just staring into one another’s eyes. That was all the chatter we needed.

Except, the little moan I let out as I could feel myself start to come close to climax.

It was going to be difficult for this usually loud girl to let her lungs express themselves with a huge, swollen cock down her throat, but I’m pretty sure this was turning my man on. So, let’s just keep going, shall we?

My pelvis kept rocking, I could hear the Doolittle bed creaking. How was my man keeping steady in my mouth? Damn, he’s good.

And with that, I came with shivers and quivers as I felt my hips rise up off the mattress. Just then I heard him let out a growl worthy of a grizzly and his slick, salty cum was sliding down me to warm my tummy for another good night’s slumber.

How he did that again so soon I’ll never know. But every drop was worth it.

As usual, we finished the night with more gin and laughter, but this time more hand holding and absolutely not a care. From anywhere.

🧡 Stella